Poetry about Paul Simon... two of my favorite things combined.

I will no longer have to sell lottery tickets. I haven't a clue what will happen next, in more ways than one, but I will no longer have to make sixpacks and doubledips for rude customers. Random snippets of passing conversations and the everlasting muzak will no longer be the backdrop to my days. I will be able to sustain a thought, and not be told I'm "daydreaming" by intruders to my reverie. Conversations will no longer start with "I know I've got a ticket in here somewhere..." or "Gimme...". Perhaps the people I greet in my everyday life will respond, rather than just standing mutely while I process their tickets.

On the other hand, I will no longer have funny stories to tell, and not nearly so much to complain about.

I quit my job. Called the lottery and said, I'm resigning. Feels wonderful. I'm taking two classes in September, two more after Christmas, and my PBD will be done. Don't know what I'll do next, but it will not involve the public. I'll save cardboard boxes and live under a bridge, but I'm done with retail. I'm almost 37 and I still have a job where I wear a nametag...

Nice camping trip. Sat on the beach a lot, had some existential moments in the middle of the night, thought about the future. It was cooler than at home, as it always is on the west coast, and we enjoyed being able to stop sweating so much. Went out for dinner with mum and dad tonight, drank beer and smoked Mum's cigarettes. Much to Dad's disgust.